He was too full of shameful fantasies. Old ones — Mercy pushing him down on the couch mid-game, easily silencing his teacher's protests, eagerly getting his way.The flutter of some hope in Mercy's eyes suddenly turned to a new flavor of desperation."I don't want their respect," he said. "I only care what you think."Rowan didn't say anything.He couldn't. Honesty was dangerous."What do you think of me?" Mercy demanded. "What do you really think of me?"...

"You don't want to have any fun?" he asked."I didn't come over to have fun," said Chanming. "I came over to work magic."René looked at Chanming for too long, gazed into his eyes for too long. Too hard."We used to do both," he whispered.—Chanming and Donovan are magically monogamous; they use sex to shape the weather and influence the world around them for good. Their domestic bliss is challenged by the arrival of René, an ex boyfriend who needs help ...

Trapped by slavers and sold to a horrible creature who guards him like a treasure, at first Clove desires only freedom. His very nature revolts at the prospect of being deflowered. But everything changes when the impossible comes to pass: a revelation that his captor isn't all that he seems, and that Clove's desires are also transforming.Something is budding inside of him that makes him reluctant to run away.Ensnared by his captor's mysterious allure, Clove is equally tempt...

Eggplant tossed Efir's belt onto the pile of orcish clothes, then reached for the bottom of his tunic.Every orc in the water was still. Every eye explored, appraised, devoured Efir's body as it emerged, as Eggplant slowly peeled the tunic up to reveal the human flesh, human color, pallid compared to their vivid colors, especially stark against Eggplant's deep indigo hands. Almost pearly white where the sun hadn't touched him, pink with the flush of blood. Utterly vulne...

"You want your Eggplant-love, yes?" said Nuthatch, voice very low. It sounded like his voice had descended to his groin. It came from someplace deep and smoldering now, with no play in it.Efir nodded. He didn't think his throat was capable of speech."We are five in number," said the orc. He held up five fingers, counting them off in silence. Eggplant. Nuthatch. Fistful. Two others, unnamed. "But in love… only one."He lowered his five f...

It's breeding season for the sirens, half-human half-aquatic creatures with a violent streak. Competition for mates is high, and brutal, as males fight to grow their harems.Fib, a ship's boy on the cusp of manhood, is morbidly fascinated by the creatures — in particular, by one massive bull siren, who notices the human lad as well.Fib sees losing his virginity to a siren as a safer alternative to the intimidating doors of a brothel; but when he gets in the water with a bull...

"After two months I'd be climbing the walls," he said. "Four months… how do you not have your brain boiling out your ears?"Casper laughed. "Is that what happens when you're too backed up?"Viv grinned back. "I'm just saying; no fucking for four months… that's a big ask.""People can live without sex," said Casper."Sure," said Viv. "But what's the point?"—Casper is struggling with his classes; not for lack of academic prowess, but because of an ...

The orc had a buck slung effortlessly over one shoulder, a bow and quiver strapped to his back, and a naked chest. Fortunately — and unfortunately — he was clothed below the waist, a long kilt of wide leather strips obscuring any other familiar shapes.The orc said nothing. His golden eyes fixed on Efir, the rest of his face unreadable.The look was lengthy, for an orc's; Efir could not recall one of their kind ever giving one of his more than a brief and...

They leaned against the lockers, Dönhoff flattened against the cool, hard metal with his jersey halfway off, dangling from around his neck. Broad chest bared, pecs firmly encased in Rodriguez's squeezing hands. The younger, hungrier player's cock jutted into his back like a gun in a stick-up, and Rodriguez breathed familiar commands against his neck."Beg me for it. You know how."Dönhoff's Herculean frame shuddered with the desire for surrender.

There, floating out of the dark and into view, was a man. Long-haired and lovely, bare to his muscular waist, he smiled at Grail with strange eyes. Both predatory and sweet.Grail met his eyes for about a solid minute, almost hypnotized, and then blinked.He looked down and saw that where the man's torso descended into darkness was not human… but insect.His captor, his predator, had the body of a man and the long, sinuous, lean-muscled body of a centipede.–...

Hae Drusa is a vestal — a sacred virgin and a slave, whose purity protects the lands and wealth of his owner, the cruel Lan. Drusa is both prize and a possession, with no life of his own.A mysterious foreigner, Maes Hill, tempts him with both freedom and pleasure. But there is more to the noble Maes — as uncanny as he is romantic — than meets the eye…Vestal is a work of dark high fantasy MM. It was previously published as part of the Snake Pit collection series.It c...

Trapped by slavers and sold to a horrible creature who guards him like a treasure, at first Clove desires only freedom. His very nature revolts at the prospect of being deflowered. But everything changes when the impossible comes to pass: a revelation that his captor isn’t all that he seems, and that Clove’s desires are also transforming.Something is budding inside of him that makes him reluctant to run away.Ensnared by his captor’s mysterious allure, Clove is equally tempt...